While Wembley finished his tea, Gobo went to make preparations. He called the manor, and Scrooge agreed to come retrieve him. With that out of the way, Gobo set about putting a couple things together; while he knew Scrooge had plenty of cold supplies, he also knew the old duck would appreciate not having to go into said supplies. Gobo never quite understood why, but he knew he'd like it anyway. So into a small bag some things went: Boober's tea blends, a pillow, Wembley's other shirt, a few handkerchiefs for sneezing, and a hot moss pack in case he needed it. Sure, some of it got smeared with paint, but that would just have to be that way, wouldn't it?
Before long Scrooge arrived to pick him up, and Gobo sent Wembley off with his blanket, the bag, and a final hug (with a kiss to the blanket, braving contagion). Seeing him off, he sighed and turned back, aiming to at least try and clean himself off before the others got home...
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While Wembley finished his tea, Gobo went to make preparations. He called the manor, and Scrooge agreed to come retrieve him. With that out of the way, Gobo set about putting a couple things together; while he knew Scrooge had plenty of cold supplies, he also knew the old duck would appreciate not having to go into said supplies. Gobo never quite understood why, but he knew he'd like it anyway. So into a small bag some things went: Boober's tea blends, a pillow, Wembley's other shirt, a few handkerchiefs for sneezing, and a hot moss pack in case he needed it. Sure, some of it got smeared with paint, but that would just have to be that way, wouldn't it?
Before long Scrooge arrived to pick him up, and Gobo sent Wembley off with his blanket, the bag, and a final hug (with a kiss to the blanket, braving contagion). Seeing him off, he sighed and turned back, aiming to at least try and clean himself off before the others got home...